So I'M An Abomination Poem by Jack the Ripper

Everything is based on perspective
There is only one absolute truth, and that is
That there is only one absolute truth.
So who are you to say what I did was wrong?

Why did they hunt me so voraciously?
What did I ever do to them?
Who put them in charge of people's lives?
Are they God?
They seem to think they can judge me
For taking away another's life
But the only person who's judgement will ever matter to me
Is the one dealt by the creator above.

But it doesn't matter to me.
What kind of creator lets people destroy what he makes?
I'll explain with a story: Once upon a time
I saw a child building a sand castle in the park.
Another child came a kicked it over.
The creator sat and cried whilst the destructor stood,
Tall, proud, and laughing.

He was in control.